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Rule number one don't go against the grain Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked, play games and say names The 45 will tear you out the frame It's like the rich get richer and the poor don't get fuckin' thing Don't mean nothin' changed but the things my money bring My style will leave you aggy like them cats in jail You peoples got pleany money, actin' like they ain't got bail I feel for you niggas gettin' shot while I'm sayin' this rhyme Or niggas in the mess hall gettin' shot on shallow lines An old timer schooled me don't burn bridges my friend Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York Me and shorty saw from afar and had a talk He said I told 'em if he came around I'd clap him, I gave him my word Look at his head its still shakin' he had alot of nerve If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back bubble crack Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back bubble crack Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler Yo, when the fed come in the game loyalty is limited Hardcore niggas start actin' feminine With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine Hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after my salary, a liar is after my reality The streets I know 'em like my ABC's Stay away from the D's and stack ya cheese Try to see three hundred G's 'fore you see three hundred C's Tree top to feel the breeze co connect for key's Yo bitches sexin' me take me to ecstacy Once I nut, I don't want 'em next to me (Ahh, oh shit) If it's on mother fucker believe I'm gonna ride I'm the type to swallow my blood 'fore I swallow my pride Letters on my shirt read DKNY Got grimy niggas runnin' with me from BKNY If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back bubble crack Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler They say I don't sound like a killer, well, how a killer sound I bet I grab a foe pound and back that ass down See many men live baby and many men die Many men get drunk puff lah and stay high Here's a jewel love you enemies and hate your friends Your enemies remain the same friends always change I don't quit that theres more that one way to skin a cat You can get him in the face dog or down his back All bullshit aside now it's time to be honest I fear no man for death is all thats promised I got niggas standin' in line waitin' to hear me spit From eighty six to ninety six the game went from sugar to shit This for you niggas in the background dyin' to shine I hate you like fiends who ask for a dime for nine Don't nothin' change in the game but faces and names Skate to wait to date and the jake If it wasn't for the flow I'd probably have to double back bubble crack Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler Yeah, yeah I'm a hustler